Sheng Qinian paused, his gaze shifting to the live stream in front of him.
The anchor in the video is using the most outdated equipment to pound soybeans.
Tofu is a new ingredient that was only reconstructed two months ago based on research from ancient books. Let alone the outside world, even within the research institute, only the key personnel involved currently understand its production process.
How would a streamer know?
Furthermore, the tofu pudding recorded in ancient books has also been recreated.
A hint of inquiry flashed in Sheng Qinian's eyes behind his glasses as he stared intently at the live stream in front of him.
Ling Miao was unaware that people were curious about how she knew how to make tofu pudding. She filtered the blended soy milk into a prepared cheesecloth.
The white gauze was fine and sturdy, and little by little, the pale yellow soy milk flowed down through the gaps in the gauze.
Ling Miao and Susan wrapped the gauze tightly, each holding one end of the gauze and twisting it tightly, letting the soy milk flow down the gauze into the bucket below.
After a short while, the gauze in front of me stopped moving.
Ling Miao and Susan waited a while longer, and only after confirming that there was no soy milk did they put down the gauze.
"hiss--"
Ling Miao rubbed her arm, the soreness making her gasp.
Sheng Wenzhou couldn't help but laugh as he watched the streamer gasp for breath. "Brother, do you think she can even cook delicious food like that?"
It wasn't that he looked down on streamers; his own brother worked at a research institute, specifically responsible for recreating ancient culinary traditions. As far as he knew, most of the chefs recorded in those ancient texts were men, with very few women.
It wasn't that he looked down on women, but rather that in the past, in societies with low productivity, being a chef was considered a skilled job, and it explicitly required physical strength.
This alone disqualifies the streamer.
In the past, things were different from now. There are much more convenient and easier machines to assist us. It all depended on manual labor to flip the wok. How could a woman with a delicate physique do it well?
Sheng Wenzhou pursed his lips, lost the will to argue, and prepared to leave the live stream.
But the moment he raised his hand, a sentence fell into his ear—
"etc"
Sheng Wenzhou turned around in surprise to find his older brother staring at the live stream.
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